Whose voice is this, I don't know
Its sounds so familiar though.
I had this voice in my head all along,
But now it seems that it was you to whom
How can this be real, I don't understand
And yet with the same voice as my head's
There you stand.
I feel so euphoric when I hear it out loud,
There are so many memories related to it
In my brain's little cloud.
I see a pale yellow color, like the color of hay
This voice that I speak of, I often wonder,
What it would say.